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It always started with a vibrant color red slowly fading into the background, like a backdrop of evil setting the scene. Around the edges and into the corners of my vision were black shadows, the darkest I had ever seen. I entered from the left, terrified beyond measure, yet determined to get what I came for; my grandparents’ release from Hell, from the bondage of Satan himself. Nana and Papo, my paternal grandparents, would enter from the right, distraught, resigned, yet, a bit hopeful. I ran to them, hugging and kissing them. I can still feel the way my grandfather’s solid middle felt against my skinny, half-grown arms. And then there was Satan. His voice boomed over us like thunder. My heart seized with panic and sank like a rock within me as terror washed over me like an ocean’s wave. For just a moment, the three of us huddled together, Nana, Papo and me. Then, after what felt like an eternity of being frozen in fear but seconds of being comforted by the warmth of their bodies, of their love, my voice found me. I freed myself from the entanglement of their arms and knew I had to do this on my own. I demanded their freedom. I asked that they be able to return with me to my home. While I do not remember the words that roared from the scoffing voice overhead, I remember that my request was denied. Nana and Papo had to stay in Hell. There was no question about it. Then, they turned and exited back from whence they had come, resigned, saddened but willing. I screamed. I screamed their names. I screamed in protest. I screamed because of the injustice. They did not belong there. They knew Jesus. And yet, it had not been enough. In that moment, He had not been enough. That’s when I would awake in a panic, crying, hardly able to breathe. Yet another thing was out of my control. Yet another injustice was being committed and I could do nothing. My voice was not being heard. My stomach was churning as was my heart.
2013-11-04 19:09:31
Two boys called for a chasing game, and well, it began. I don't think any of my friends were in there, however I may have seen a glimpse of one here other, otherwise there really was no one else I recognized. The two boys began chasing, and we were in a fairy large group. It was a desert type setting filled with random caves, dunes hills, and other empty lifeless structures. It looked like a city and a desert mixed together. I was doing well so far, the feeling of being free around me. The boys were nowhere in reach. Not too long, I realized I was really far from where the game began so I slowed down into one of those caves, settling onto the sand. It was one of thos relaxing moments in a dream where you could just relax. Until the feeling of being chased sunk into my thoughts. Sure enough I heard a faint male voice in the disance and ran out of the cave, running till I was nearing the underside of a bridge. Thinking I lost him, I slowed down onlly to be tackled to the ground. We began rolling around in like some kitty fight, trying to pin one another. It started off as if we were fooling around until he finally won the upper hand. We were breathing heavily and he smiled as I waited for him to run away. Instead he kept me pinned down, a smirk, plastered on his face. His voice was familair and had this accent I've heard before-like this cool smooth reasuring tone; at the same time holding a hint of arrogance. Neither high or low, mid-pitched. Finally he said. "You're it." Before I could shove him off he kissed me, then left more trailing down my neck. I was struck silent, all warm with my stomach churning. He continued mumbling more words I couldn't remember. It wasn't tilll before I woke up that he said it again. "You're it." It wasn't like other love dreams, where I got *****ed senseless; but he looked way too familiar. HIS VOICE sounded familiar, but I CANT pinpoint who.
2013-01-22 03:38:05


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